No point. If someone's gonna come in lookin' for trouble, then trouble is what they're gonna run into.
[ a stranger mistakenly getting lost is one thing but if an individual wanted to steal or break in? leona would know even before they stepped inside. he'd give them the kind of old fashioned thrashing that magic would be unnecessary for.
anyway. leona's happy wearing no top and leaving his chest exposed while his lower half is covered by a nice pair of loose pajama pants. nothing outright fancy, though the quality of said pants... very soft. breathable. ]
So, you gonna say what you wanna say?
[ folding his arms across his chest, he watches as bakugo walks into the main living area of his multi-room suite. think colors of the savanna, muted and natural shades of brown, covering couches and chairs and tables. plush cushions. understated and subtle opulence. ]
[he respects leona's strength and decision, even if he thinks it's a hassle to deal with some moron looking for trouble than keeping the stupid door locked. figured the lion would prefer his beauty rest more than risk it.
can't say he isn't down for thrashing someone who thought his room would be an easy mark. though... seeing leona do it would be amusing and kinda hot.
bakugo's in his usual casual wear: namely black t-shirt, black lounge pants, completely unimaginative. he glances at the tattoo circling the beastman's upper arm. yeah, he knew it was there, but never took the time to check it out. something from his homeworld, obviously.]
What'd you have, goldfish memory? [he already said what he wanted to say a few seconds after leona opened the door! not repeating it for his lazy brain. now he's checking out the man's suite. it reminds of something decidedly african. savanna colors of tan and brown with orange and green accenting sandstone hues. warm and dry without feeling like he's parched. definitely underscored with a richness he kind of expects from royalty. even jaded royalty.]
When you got your suite, did you have to put in a request to change it or did they have it laid out like this already?
[ honestly, he was hoping for bakugo to say it again. closer to his face so that he could get in a cheeky little something before he could pull away. but this is fine too; bakugo is exactly where leona wanted him to be--- in his suite! a nice, comfortable suite for a second prince who only left his room if he had to... and unfortunately, the golden peacock liked forcing him into other accommodations that were still pretty ritzy but not HIS room. so. ]
Oh, I got to play around with it. They really let you do whatever you want within some amount of reason.
[ leona follows after bakugo to settle in the main living area, which is really just a few large couches... blankest and pillows making it look like a den where a lion could probably just sink into them and not be found for a while. ]
Got a bathroom that looks like a hot spring and a pretty nice kitchen, too. Honestly... it's not a bad place. Almost nicer than what I have back at home.
[as if he's gonna waste his breath giving him the satisfaction. still, bullshit comment aside, getting to look around leona's suite is a bonus he hadn't intended when his doors opened. what kind of accommodations is he used to? a boarding school university is far different from a palatial estate. which is this suite modeled off of? he assumes the college rather than his hometown. from how leona's talked, he seemed happier away from home. as "happy" as the beastman admits ot.]
Hmph. Good to know. Someone else said theirs was already transformed when they arrived.
[which is fucking creepy with the resort reading their mind and preparing the suite ahead of time. he's content to know leona also had chances to think about his suite and change it up along the way. the route bakugo went.
he swings by the kitchen and gets himself something to drink from the fridge. water if available. of course there'd be water; he's from a fucking savanna. water would be considered precious resource there. (there's always the tap if leona doesn't stock bottled aqua.)
then pads to the den and drops on one of the couches with a whoomph of blankets around his hips.]
[ having a dorm leader's room is a far cry from having an entire royal estate at his disposal, but he makes do back in savanaclaw's dorm. but here? he's got the ability to have what he wants. he can, by all counts, be a king--- as that is his rank. did he work hard for it? not in the most conventional ways but if fucking enough people to make all those hands means he actually put in effort... ]
Maybe they liked not havin' to do anythin'. But I wanted to make sure it was as comfortable as I wanted it to be.
[ there's a fridge full of all kinds of drinks, most of which haven't been laced with anything. would he know if they were safe or not? no. would he care? a little. still, bakugo is safe to enjoy whatever fresh and cold water he finds. there's not much point to having a lot of food inside the icebox except for anything he might cook himself, of which the resort dislikes to begin with. still. he is a king. ]
Yeah, almost. Doesn't matter where ya go around here... the air could be pushed through a billion and one filters but it doesn't smell fresh. A breeze ain't a breeze if ya know what I mean.
[ he stands over the spot where bakugo took a seat, arms folded across his chest. ]
They could give me all the resources in the world. Don't mean shit.
[bakugo suspects if he ever saw leona's dorm leader room, it would have elements of both his royal estate and the trappings he sees here in his resort suite. something he found in his own suite's design, fashioned to bring some familiarity from his own world and home into this stupid place. he'd be willing to bet most royal ranks do something similar to their suites, giving themselves a reprieve from being away from home. whatever's comfortable.]
Dunno. The original design was fucking disgusting. [saturated in gold and opulent wealth. doubled down on his reality as a prisoner in the resort, no matter how gaudy the cage. he took his time deciding how he wanted it to look; hell if he was gonna go back and forth to the front desk bitching about random changes.
it's telling he trusts leona because there's no hesitating to grab a bottle of water from his fridge, no testing to make sure it's safe. if he got proven wrong, however, he'd be throttling the lion for it. why the hell are there food and ingredients in there? does leona actually get his ass up and cook for himself? it'd be easier to order in. risk of lacing and all.]
No shit. We're still inside a fucking prison. The air's as fake as the stupid sky. [cycled, filtered, lacking a true natural breeze from a natural planet. it's all magic-sourced, crafted and put forward as real as possible in hopes they won't be smart enough to notice.
kind of amusing to listen to leona pining for his homeland's pure fresh air. he's a beastman after all. red eyes flick upward, watching emerald green through the choppy veil of his ashen blonde bangs.]
[ hey, if leona wants to be throttled he's got plenty of ways to get that. the guy with him right now would probably be thrilled to get his hands on his throat and hopefully leave those explosions behind. not that he's looking to get choked out or anything... at the moment, anyway... ]
It's a cage I don't mind bein' in as long as things stay stable for everyone who's able to play. I got people I wanna take care of. If one of us is able to escape without bein' made into a statue, then we should all be able to.
[ something about fairness and everyone being equals despite the obvious disparities in ranks that the players have. but who's more valuable in these? the people who sleep in the basement who choose to, or the ones who get to enjoy every amenity the resort has to offer?
the answer might be obvious, but to leona... there's something else that has bothered him for quite some time. ]
But I guess as long as there are guys like you around here, I got less to worry about.
[the idea of someone like leona getting throttled is hard to imagine. punched in the head? easy. who's gonna grab his neck and shake him around? bakugo's far more intent on slamming an explosion into him and leaving the lion prince a smoking piece of avant-garde artwork on the wall. "idiot in still life" is the title.]
Haa? The hell do you mean "stable"? This shitty rank system, new events, newcomers every other month, none of it's stable. [they can expect the resort to be perverted and encourage sex, but the how's, why's, and who's continue to change all the time.] The new extras who aren't kept after the first two weeks don't leave statues behind.
[they never have a rank either. wildcards. as far as bakugo's seen, those people appear and vanish, leaving no trace of their presence save for memories made with them. and even those can fade over time. though he can relate all too well over having people here he gives a shit about... he tried his damnest to avoid getting close to others, but...
bakugo lifts the drink to his lips again.] Oy, you better not expect me to do your heavy lifting.
Consistent though. And that's a part of stability, even if ya don't like it.
[ does leona like it? jury will stay out on that one. he's not an optimist or pessimist. it all boils down to one premise and one that has never faltered in its design--- fuck or become a statue. pretty easy to explain that. right? ]
Dunno if I could trust ya to do that. You're lucky you've got a handsome face.
[ and that's obvious all it! let's not talk about how clear it is that bakugo has trained pretty hard, which comes from having a diligent and focused mindset despite having an 'explosive' attitude. is he even a team player? maybe he's only beginning to realize being harsh can turn into an immediate regret, even if he's capable of keeping people at arm's length.
leona will take the seconds, minutes, and hours of intimacy and the warmth it can bring over pretending to not want those feelings all for the sake of pride. ]
Ya can do the medium liftin'. Seems like somethin' more your game.
Hmph. [fine. he'll give leona "consistent" instability. doesn't change his opinion on this place being a fucking nuthouse half the time. even in his own life, he hates being bored almost above everything else. (he hates losing more, but being bored's kind of like "losing" since he isn't getting a chance to do something.) fuck or die, huh. that's never changed.]
I wouldn't even if you trusted me to! [snarl yell pride pride pride. leona's gonna pull his own damn weight on anything they do together! otherwise he'll leave the beastman behind. likely what the lion wanted in the first place. aren't lions supposed to lead their pride? or is this akin to the king lounging around while the lionesses do all the hard work? he doesn't have a damn doubt of leona's strength. it's the man's lack of drive to use his strength he has issue with.
whatever. not a problem until the time comes to use it. then he'll see how much leona can work with others.]
I can lift as much as I need to, Lazy Lion! [he's still torn between wanting to let those feelings in or keep them at arm's length, especially after what happened at the end of august.]
[ does he really want to see leona take the initiative? well, he's about to see it now. as he rolls over onto his side, propping his head up with his elbow firmly planted into the cushions, he stares at bakugo with a discerning and judgemental eye. ]
Ya don't say.
[ leona's pretty good at lounging around. if he could make that his senior project, then he'd probably do that. ]
Wanna show me again? Figure I don't remember the last time ya showed me how much ya could lift.
[ the last time he had a junior that reminded him of his own strength and where he stood among others without the bitter taste of an entire kingdom repulsed by own abilities... it's been a while, hasn't it? ]
[has he ever seen leona take the initiative? outside of somewhat inviting him to lunch among the blankets so very long ago. even if it was prompted to a degree. bakugo's never believed leona incapable, only lazy with a burned drive. he drops his own elbow on the armrest, rests his mouth on his fist, eyes on the beastman curiously.]
You want me to put you through the damn roof? [leona's seen how much he can lift and what he can do! act like an idiot, get treated like one, stupid pussy cat. bakugo arches a brow, bristling a low growl behind his teeth. dammit, now he's getting baited, and he's pissed half of him wants to answer, the other half doesn't want to admit so.
ultimately one's gonna win out and bakugo pushes himself out of the seat with a rumble. one problem with this guy: he can't always tell when leona's egging for a fight or a fuck, dammit. he winds up in front of the beastman, leering down at him.] Don't blame me if you have trouble walking tomorrow.
[ ragebaiting bakugo never ceases to amaze him. playing dumb and ignorant around him is easier than anything else he's done around in the resort. doesn't he know that his short fuse is probably what gets him into trouble? or at least, what may be perceived as 'trouble' when facing a prince who can get what he wants whenever he does?
and even if the spiky haired hero did catch on and give him the cold shoulder for it... well. he might feel a little bad about it. maybe. ]
You think I'm the one who's gonna have problems movin'? [ leona can't help himself. he laughs. what a threat! ] No matter what we do, I'm gonna wear you out to the point where you're gonna need me to carry you 'round in my arms.
[one of these days, he's gonna blast this damn lion right through the fucking wall! outline of his tail and everything! like a bad-end comic strip. baka, if his short fuse was gonna get him in trouble, real trouble, he wouldn't be here in front of leona plotting on how to rip this pussy cat into shreds. bakugo's never not found his way out of any trouble he got into.
good luck with the cold shoulder, leona. bakugo's had to stick around far more annoying people than this royal pain in the ass. oh sure, he'll SAY he's not gonna hang around him, but when leona needs him, he'll be there. even if it's initially to smirk at his misfortune. for a bit.]
You couldn't carry me around; you'd pass out from exertion before you got to the door. [gonna play the insult game? fine! he can give shit back just as well! ... ignore him reaching out bold as fuck and cupping his hand around the back of leona's head to pull him in for a kiss.
damn, that glossy russet mop is smooth as silk. and warm. like a mane. duh.]
[ he's about to hit him with a few choice words, namely things that might get the blonde to sputter out more of his favorite profanities and insults, but there are those familiar lips to shut them both up (preemptively)! probably for the best. leona would hate to self-sabotage such a great thing, right?
the lion is fierce in his response, biting bakugo's bottom lip as he grabs the other guy and pulls him down. does he think he can escape not being wrangled into his grasp? flexing those biceps while he reaches down to grab the other's ass while also maintaining those locked lips.
he tilts his head up, eager to get his tongue in between bakugo's lips to deepen the kiss. leave no part of them untouched when he slips his knee in between the other's thighs and makes sure to press up against his crotch as firmly as possible without hurting him. ]
[lion-tailed bastard was probably about to mouth off to him again. he feels leona's lips moving in preemptive twitch just before his own mash into the man's bronzed mouth and shut him up before he can say anything. feels good, silencing the man and earning himself that low noise from the beastman's throat. he presses into it, nudging leona's head further into the grip of his hand cupping his hair.
fuck, for all his laziness, leona's not someone to take this lying down. sharp fangs nip at his lower lip, he grunts in pain and surprise, then retorts with his own teeth setting on the lion's lip. bastard. gonna bleed him if he's not careful. bakugo expected him to be a pillow queen in bed, but pleasantly surprised he wasn't. hands grip at his shoulders and arm, pulling him onto the couch in a tumble with a knee jammed into the cushions beside leona's hips.
another hand captures his ass and he presses back into it, growling in his throat for both threat and pleasure. teeth part, saliva trails between their mouths, and a tongue shoves inside his own, quickly being assaulted by bakugo's own slick muscle as he attempts to wrestle the invader into his lower jaw while bodily trying to pin leona to his back on the couch. all the while clenching his thighs around the lion's grinding upper leg rubbing at his hardening dick.]
[ it sends a shiver up and down his spine, this kind of arousal--- where he feels the need to give bakugo the kind of example he's probably been waiting to see from leona for quite a while. yes, he always has one foot inside of the pillow princess door and is more than willing to let others tend to his needs rather than the other way around. it's not always laziness either; maybe leona just likes being fucked once in a while? it doesn't hurt his ego to willingly take it. how he handles himself in the bedroom is not a reflection of how he deals with his own business.
he tugs at one of those cheeks while he continues to grind and dig the inside of his knee against the inside of bakugo's thigh. he can feel that erection, feel it stiffening while he works himself against it... he likes bakugo's dick despite him having a pretty dickish attitude all around. leona can work with both.
does bakugo think he has a stronger tongue than him? how actively does he use it around here? let's see how much practice he's had so far. it's not just about power but finesse and leona can easily outmaneuver a cub like bakugo. who does he think he is? leona raises his chin, nostrils flaring as he practically jabs and thrusts that tongue into bakugo's. that he tries to also pin it while also exploring his teeth, his cheek, even go further down. he's not trying to choke the boy with it but he will not back down from this kind of fight. ]
[leona shivers and he feels it clean through his chest and nape. fuck. such a good sensation, reminiscent of tangling together in blankets and netting beneath wooden decorations and a weird too-individual-focused picnic nearby. doesn't matter if this prince wants to get fucked or do the fucking; he wants to see him react and move, not lie back and let someone else do all the damn work. nothing's worse in sex than being bored out of his mind trying to get some guy to blow his load. leona's always teetered on the edge of a boring tryst; feeling his body and hands active sets a heat in bakugo's chest. and no, he gives zero fucks about the lion's business... unless he's in trouble. maybe.
a low grunt escapes into their mouths as fingers drag at his cheek, quickly hardening the muscle with an instinctive tense before bucking back against it. only enough to cock his hips far enough for a firm grind downward moments later. dick and fly pressing flush to leona's swollen bulge under his clothes before slipping off to his thigh's stubborn invasion. grinding and rutting his member into sleek lines, holding flush to feel leona tense and move.
of course he has a stronger tongue! doesn't matter how much he uses it; he'll wrestle this big cat's slippery muscle into his saliva-coated plunge behind his teeth regardless! how dexterous is a beastman's tongue? guess he's gonna find out as leona starts wrangling his own once more. chin lifted, lips parting with a husky gasp for air before seals their mouths and shoves his tongue into the glass-smooth underside of his partner's. dammit! get back here! he's trying to pin the fucking thing and it keeps slipping off to go poke and wipe around his teeth and palate. even his cheek, which earns it a squishy clench of molars before bakugo goes "fuck it" and actively sucks on leona's tongue.
trying to get it as far into his mouth as possible.]
[ well, if bakugo insists? he can have all of leona's tongue and much more. those little barbs aren't just for show. while they may not be as bristly as a true cat's, they still hang around to make sure whatever he does lap up sticks and stays, that he can pick every piece of meat off a bone. not to the point of catching and tearing sensitive flesh but just act as a reminder that he's not some random guy wearing lion ears and a tail for funsies.
but the more that bakugo is focused on their mouths, their lips parted, sucking on that tongue of his? it allows leona to shift his own thoughts onto more pressing matters: the ones that are much more important in the scheme of things. after all, how else is he going to fuck the loud ass blonde? he deserves it, to feel leona actually the initiative for once... that he reaches in between them, presses a worn palm against the other guy's stomach as if to push. but instead of trying to separate the two of them, he's sliding it in between the waist of his pants and shredding anything that gets in his way.
why? because he wants to get to the meat of it all. while it's nice to have his knee where it is, he can't grab with it. he can't squeeze. fondle, knead. jerk. let his fingers wrap around anything stiff and worth holding. that he's unafraid to start pumping as soon as he gets what he wants, hoping to get an advantage from simply handling bakugo's dick. ]
[then he's taking it! twisting his tongue around leona's in a sloppy loop before shoving it down into the wet behind their teeth. mindful of a sharp canine fang so he doesn't nick the prince's tongue on his own tooth. wonder how many time that happened when the lion was a cub. such a difference between the light roughness of leona's topside compared to how glassy smooth on the underside. half the reason bakugo even checked on the rasp level is because he knows leona's not popping on fake ears and tail.
kinda makes him all the more glad he was shoving is own longer-than-normal tongue down the man's throat when he was part dragon all those months ago. as long as this man's beneath him and half-pinned by one strong hand to his shoulder, bakugo's growling in pride and pleasure while wrangling on the couch. he has every intention of driving this lazy dick into the cushions until their motions threaten the fucking furniture stability. just because he wants to see leona take the initiative doesn't mean he's gonna roll over and show his belly immediately.
a grunt puffs between their lips, cheeks ballooning for a second before deflating with a wet leak. palm to his abs and his stomach wall hardens up in bricks instantly thanks to those damn claws deliberately rrrrrrrrip down the front of his shirt and into his pants.] Oy! You're gonna pay for those, asshole.
[snarling into leona's mouth because he's too damn greedy to break the kiss and really yell. boxer briefs snap open as elastic shreds under the man's claws, fly falling apart in annoyingly-efficient shreds around his throbbing arousal. how many times has leona carved someone out of their damn clothes before? bakugo drops his forehead onto the beastman's, spiky bangs puncturing into brown strands as easily as that warm brown hand's stroking his dick.] F- fuck-!
[ he's thankful for that tongue, more than pleased to have something a little different stuffed inside of his mouth. yeah it might be going deeper than he expected but what is leona kingscholar other than flexible when it counts the most? but he's not going to let him think he's going to have him on the ropes... not now, not on his territory! he let the blonde in. he could've left him stay out on the doorstep. so just let him do what he wants or asks for and they'd be golden. right???
wrong. absolutely wrong. but it'd be cute if bakugo showed him a little belly... ]
Nothin' I can't afford. [ he snorts, grinning. he's got his mouth back for a moment or two. ] And if that's somethin' ya want, I'm more than happy to give it to ya.
[ as long as he's got the other guy by the dick, right? his forehead bumps into bakugo's as he strokes him, slow and long ones that allow him to squeeze as he gets to the head and even firmer when goes down to the base. ]
[if leona had been anything but strong and flexible when it counted, bakugou would've ditched his tailed ass a long time ago. since their first tangle in the sheets, he'd decided to keep an eye on the prince, if only to make sure he wasn't getting himself screwed over in the bad way. would he help him if he did? ... not without yelling and taunting at him for needing his aid. HA! as if bakugou gives a shit about "territory" for anyone. he'll champion over his challenger no matter where they are! and winning when someone thinks they have home advantage is even better. pinning leona to his own couch and fucking the lion straight to the floor sounds amazing.]
Bastard. [sparks pop and snap around one hand like an angry sparkler ready to combust. so tempted to blast leona's clothes clean off his body! let him buy in bulk! but when offered a personal request? bakugou's lips quirk at the corner in a smug grin.] I'll hold you to that.
[straight from the prince's pocket. he drops his head against leona's, a low breath rushing out as fingers wander over his member. precum seeps already, slicking the lion's fingers and turning his palm a syrupy mess as he works his proverbial pump. bakugou presses another kiss firmly to his mouth, tongues twisting as he shoves one hand into leona's pants, working on his own clothes.]
[ he knows bakugo will hold him to anything he does, anything he says. someone has to hold him accountable around here that isn't a familiar face from home! if it has to be this blonde, then... he'll accept it. someone who'll keep challenging him, who'll match his arousal with a heated passion that speaks directly to him. he wants power, he wants strength to rub up against. it's intoxicating.
if bakugo is able to cleanly explode his clothes off and not blemish his skin, he'd be pretty impressed, but if he can even focus that hard and long on something that isn't whatever is long and hard between them... in each other's hands, even? now that's showing off a solid mettle.
but can he withstand leona giving him a different kind of attention? one they haven't shared yet? it wouldn't be very princely of leona to never change things up. bakugo should be prepared for anything. the beastman has been taking advantage of that familiar coating to get those digits of his nice and prepped, because he's not going to act slowly. he's not going to let bakugo have a clue. after enough pumps, he slips that hand further and in between those firm cheeks so he can press fingers right into his hole. ]
[like hell does he want to deal with someone flippant and weak, always going back on words and feelings. leona's strong and driven, even if he's lazy and embittered. there's more to this damn lion and he's gonna hold him to his word and actions even if he has to drag him to his feet! or in this case, pin his tan butt to the couch and kiss his fanged mouth sloppy breathless. sucking in his air and tonguing over white teeth until liquid slips between their lips.
aa, it's not the skill he lacks, but focus. doesn't wanna bother lifting his own chest up, to say nothing of his hips, long enough to blast leona's shirt free. too busy being distracted with a rasping tongue twisting around his own and the beastman's weighted body heat pressing into his own. a hand wrapped around his member, his own fingers gripping leona's throbbing mast. ask him again in a few more minutes... when impatience is risin-
oy. red eyes widen as fingers suddenly abandon his dick and swing around, leaving a wet trail across his pelvis, smears over his ass cheeks, and plunges-] Fuck! Dammit, say something next time! [shouts the guy trying to tongue leona's fucking tonsils. heat seizes up around the lion's fingers, ribbon smooth abruptly seizing into hilly flexes as his dick jumps against his own hand.]
[ hey, if he wants to drag him places... leona would love to finally be the one getting tossed around like a kitten looking for fun! ]
Tch. Why would I wanna do that.
[ he's got a strong, muscled hole to work with. that's something leona wants to take advantage of. did he really catch bakugo off-guard that much? does he really think the beastman was going to continue to just let things go the way they usually did? at least he didn't shove them up rudely, he's giving the other guy some time to get used to those thick digits of his. ]
You've been wantin' something like this, right? Com'mon.
[ he goes up to one knuckle before crossing his fingers, spreading bakugo with that slight motion alone. ]
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Date: 10/24/25 04:08 (UTC)[ a stranger mistakenly getting lost is one thing but if an individual wanted to steal or break in? leona would know even before they stepped inside. he'd give them the kind of old fashioned thrashing that magic would be unnecessary for.
anyway. leona's happy wearing no top and leaving his chest exposed while his lower half is covered by a nice pair of loose pajama pants. nothing outright fancy, though the quality of said pants... very soft. breathable. ]
So, you gonna say what you wanna say?
[ folding his arms across his chest, he watches as bakugo walks into the main living area of his multi-room suite. think colors of the savanna, muted and natural shades of brown, covering couches and chairs and tables. plush cushions. understated and subtle opulence. ]
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Date: 10/25/25 14:20 (UTC)[he respects leona's strength and decision, even if he thinks it's a hassle to deal with some moron looking for trouble than keeping the stupid door locked. figured the lion would prefer his beauty rest more than risk it.
can't say he isn't down for thrashing someone who thought his room would be an easy mark. though... seeing leona do it would be amusing and kinda hot.
bakugo's in his usual casual wear: namely black t-shirt, black lounge pants, completely unimaginative. he glances at the tattoo circling the beastman's upper arm. yeah, he knew it was there, but never took the time to check it out. something from his homeworld, obviously.]
What'd you have, goldfish memory? [he already said what he wanted to say a few seconds after leona opened the door! not repeating it for his lazy brain. now he's checking out the man's suite. it reminds of something decidedly african. savanna colors of tan and brown with orange and green accenting sandstone hues. warm and dry without feeling like he's parched. definitely underscored with a richness he kind of expects from royalty. even jaded royalty.]
When you got your suite, did you have to put in a request to change it or did they have it laid out like this already?
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Date: 10/28/25 03:27 (UTC)Oh, I got to play around with it. They really let you do whatever you want within some amount of reason.
[ leona follows after bakugo to settle in the main living area, which is really just a few large couches... blankest and pillows making it look like a den where a lion could probably just sink into them and not be found for a while. ]
Got a bathroom that looks like a hot spring and a pretty nice kitchen, too. Honestly... it's not a bad place. Almost nicer than what I have back at home.
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Date: 10/28/25 03:48 (UTC)Hmph. Good to know. Someone else said theirs was already transformed when they arrived.
[which is fucking creepy with the resort reading their mind and preparing the suite ahead of time. he's content to know leona also had chances to think about his suite and change it up along the way. the route bakugo went.
he swings by the kitchen and gets himself something to drink from the fridge. water if available. of course there'd be water; he's from a fucking savanna. water would be considered precious resource there. (there's always the tap if leona doesn't stock bottled aqua.)
then pads to the den and drops on one of the couches with a whoomph of blankets around his hips.]
Almost, huh.
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Date: 10/31/25 03:40 (UTC)Maybe they liked not havin' to do anythin'. But I wanted to make sure it was as comfortable as I wanted it to be.
[ there's a fridge full of all kinds of drinks, most of which haven't been laced with anything. would he know if they were safe or not? no. would he care? a little. still, bakugo is safe to enjoy whatever fresh and cold water he finds. there's not much point to having a lot of food inside the icebox except for anything he might cook himself, of which the resort dislikes to begin with. still. he is a king. ]
Yeah, almost. Doesn't matter where ya go around here... the air could be pushed through a billion and one filters but it doesn't smell fresh. A breeze ain't a breeze if ya know what I mean.
[ he stands over the spot where bakugo took a seat, arms folded across his chest. ]
They could give me all the resources in the world. Don't mean shit.
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Date: 11/1/25 04:40 (UTC)Dunno. The original design was fucking disgusting. [saturated in gold and opulent wealth. doubled down on his reality as a prisoner in the resort, no matter how gaudy the cage. he took his time deciding how he wanted it to look; hell if he was gonna go back and forth to the front desk bitching about random changes.
it's telling he trusts leona because there's no hesitating to grab a bottle of water from his fridge, no testing to make sure it's safe. if he got proven wrong, however, he'd be throttling the lion for it. why the hell are there food and ingredients in there? does leona actually get his ass up and cook for himself? it'd be easier to order in. risk of lacing and all.]
No shit. We're still inside a fucking prison. The air's as fake as the stupid sky. [cycled, filtered, lacking a true natural breeze from a natural planet. it's all magic-sourced, crafted and put forward as real as possible in hopes they won't be smart enough to notice.
kind of amusing to listen to leona pining for his homeland's pure fresh air. he's a beastman after all. red eyes flick upward, watching emerald green through the choppy veil of his ashen blonde bangs.]
A golden cage is still a cage.
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Date: 11/5/25 03:55 (UTC)It's a cage I don't mind bein' in as long as things stay stable for everyone who's able to play. I got people I wanna take care of. If one of us is able to escape without bein' made into a statue, then we should all be able to.
[ something about fairness and everyone being equals despite the obvious disparities in ranks that the players have. but who's more valuable in these? the people who sleep in the basement who choose to, or the ones who get to enjoy every amenity the resort has to offer?
the answer might be obvious, but to leona... there's something else that has bothered him for quite some time. ]
But I guess as long as there are guys like you around here, I got less to worry about.
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Date: 11/6/25 03:54 (UTC)Haa? The hell do you mean "stable"? This shitty rank system, new events, newcomers every other month, none of it's stable. [they can expect the resort to be perverted and encourage sex, but the how's, why's, and who's continue to change all the time.] The new extras who aren't kept after the first two weeks don't leave statues behind.
[they never have a rank either. wildcards. as far as bakugo's seen, those people appear and vanish, leaving no trace of their presence save for memories made with them. and even those can fade over time. though he can relate all too well over having people here he gives a shit about... he tried his damnest to avoid getting close to others, but...
bakugo lifts the drink to his lips again.] Oy, you better not expect me to do your heavy lifting.
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Date: 11/9/25 17:21 (UTC)[ does leona like it? jury will stay out on that one. he's not an optimist or pessimist. it all boils down to one premise and one that has never faltered in its design--- fuck or become a statue. pretty easy to explain that. right? ]
Dunno if I could trust ya to do that. You're lucky you've got a handsome face.
[ and that's obvious all it! let's not talk about how clear it is that bakugo has trained pretty hard, which comes from having a diligent and focused mindset despite having an 'explosive' attitude. is he even a team player? maybe he's only beginning to realize being harsh can turn into an immediate regret, even if he's capable of keeping people at arm's length.
leona will take the seconds, minutes, and hours of intimacy and the warmth it can bring over pretending to not want those feelings all for the sake of pride. ]
Ya can do the medium liftin'. Seems like somethin' more your game.
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Date: 11/11/25 15:29 (UTC)I wouldn't even if you trusted me to! [snarl yell pride pride pride. leona's gonna pull his own damn weight on anything they do together! otherwise he'll leave the beastman behind. likely what the lion wanted in the first place. aren't lions supposed to lead their pride? or is this akin to the king lounging around while the lionesses do all the hard work? he doesn't have a damn doubt of leona's strength. it's the man's lack of drive to use his strength he has issue with.
whatever. not a problem until the time comes to use it. then he'll see how much leona can work with others.]
I can lift as much as I need to, Lazy Lion! [he's still torn between wanting to let those feelings in or keep them at arm's length, especially after what happened at the end of august.]
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Date: 11/14/25 16:36 (UTC)Ya don't say.
[ leona's pretty good at lounging around. if he could make that his senior project, then he'd probably do that. ]
Wanna show me again? Figure I don't remember the last time ya showed me how much ya could lift.
[ the last time he had a junior that reminded him of his own strength and where he stood among others without the bitter taste of an entire kingdom repulsed by own abilities... it's been a while, hasn't it? ]
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Date: 11/17/25 01:59 (UTC)You want me to put you through the damn roof? [leona's seen how much he can lift and what he can do! act like an idiot, get treated like one, stupid pussy cat. bakugo arches a brow, bristling a low growl behind his teeth. dammit, now he's getting baited, and he's pissed half of him wants to answer, the other half doesn't want to admit so.
ultimately one's gonna win out and bakugo pushes himself out of the seat with a rumble. one problem with this guy: he can't always tell when leona's egging for a fight or a fuck, dammit. he winds up in front of the beastman, leering down at him.] Don't blame me if you have trouble walking tomorrow.
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Date: 11/19/25 00:37 (UTC)and even if the spiky haired hero did catch on and give him the cold shoulder for it... well. he might feel a little bad about it. maybe. ]
You think I'm the one who's gonna have problems movin'? [ leona can't help himself. he laughs. what a threat! ] No matter what we do, I'm gonna wear you out to the point where you're gonna need me to carry you 'round in my arms.
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Date: 11/19/25 02:53 (UTC)good luck with the cold shoulder, leona. bakugo's had to stick around far more annoying people than this royal pain in the ass. oh sure, he'll SAY he's not gonna hang around him, but when leona needs him, he'll be there. even if it's initially to smirk at his misfortune. for a bit.]
You couldn't carry me around; you'd pass out from exertion before you got to the door. [gonna play the insult game? fine! he can give shit back just as well! ... ignore him reaching out bold as fuck and cupping his hand around the back of leona's head to pull him in for a kiss.
damn, that glossy russet mop is smooth as silk. and warm. like a mane. duh.]
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Date: 11/22/25 02:30 (UTC)the lion is fierce in his response, biting bakugo's bottom lip as he grabs the other guy and pulls him down. does he think he can escape not being wrangled into his grasp? flexing those biceps while he reaches down to grab the other's ass while also maintaining those locked lips.
he tilts his head up, eager to get his tongue in between bakugo's lips to deepen the kiss. leave no part of them untouched when he slips his knee in between the other's thighs and makes sure to press up against his crotch as firmly as possible without hurting him. ]
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Date: 11/23/25 00:15 (UTC)fuck, for all his laziness, leona's not someone to take this lying down. sharp fangs nip at his lower lip, he grunts in pain and surprise, then retorts with his own teeth setting on the lion's lip. bastard. gonna bleed him if he's not careful. bakugo expected him to be a pillow queen in bed, but pleasantly surprised he wasn't. hands grip at his shoulders and arm, pulling him onto the couch in a tumble with a knee jammed into the cushions beside leona's hips.
another hand captures his ass and he presses back into it, growling in his throat for both threat and pleasure. teeth part, saliva trails between their mouths, and a tongue shoves inside his own, quickly being assaulted by bakugo's own slick muscle as he attempts to wrestle the invader into his lower jaw while bodily trying to pin leona to his back on the couch. all the while clenching his thighs around the lion's grinding upper leg rubbing at his hardening dick.]
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Date: 11/25/25 17:22 (UTC)he tugs at one of those cheeks while he continues to grind and dig the inside of his knee against the inside of bakugo's thigh. he can feel that erection, feel it stiffening while he works himself against it... he likes bakugo's dick despite him having a pretty dickish attitude all around. leona can work with both.
does bakugo think he has a stronger tongue than him? how actively does he use it around here? let's see how much practice he's had so far. it's not just about power but finesse and leona can easily outmaneuver a cub like bakugo. who does he think he is? leona raises his chin, nostrils flaring as he practically jabs and thrusts that tongue into bakugo's. that he tries to also pin it while also exploring his teeth, his cheek, even go further down. he's not trying to choke the boy with it but he will not back down from this kind of fight. ]
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Date: 11/26/25 00:31 (UTC)a low grunt escapes into their mouths as fingers drag at his cheek, quickly hardening the muscle with an instinctive tense before bucking back against it. only enough to cock his hips far enough for a firm grind downward moments later. dick and fly pressing flush to leona's swollen bulge under his clothes before slipping off to his thigh's stubborn invasion. grinding and rutting his member into sleek lines, holding flush to feel leona tense and move.
of course he has a stronger tongue! doesn't matter how much he uses it; he'll wrestle this big cat's slippery muscle into his saliva-coated plunge behind his teeth regardless! how dexterous is a beastman's tongue? guess he's gonna find out as leona starts wrangling his own once more. chin lifted, lips parting with a husky gasp for air before seals their mouths and shoves his tongue into the glass-smooth underside of his partner's. dammit! get back here! he's trying to pin the fucking thing and it keeps slipping off to go poke and wipe around his teeth and palate. even his cheek, which earns it a squishy clench of molars before bakugo goes "fuck it" and actively sucks on leona's tongue.
trying to get it as far into his mouth as possible.]
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Date: 12/1/25 04:21 (UTC)but the more that bakugo is focused on their mouths, their lips parted, sucking on that tongue of his? it allows leona to shift his own thoughts onto more pressing matters: the ones that are much more important in the scheme of things. after all, how else is he going to fuck the loud ass blonde? he deserves it, to feel leona actually the initiative for once... that he reaches in between them, presses a worn palm against the other guy's stomach as if to push. but instead of trying to separate the two of them, he's sliding it in between the waist of his pants and shredding anything that gets in his way.
why? because he wants to get to the meat of it all. while it's nice to have his knee where it is, he can't grab with it. he can't squeeze. fondle, knead. jerk. let his fingers wrap around anything stiff and worth holding. that he's unafraid to start pumping as soon as he gets what he wants, hoping to get an advantage from simply handling bakugo's dick. ]
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Date: 12/2/25 03:07 (UTC)kinda makes him all the more glad he was shoving is own longer-than-normal tongue down the man's throat when he was part dragon all those months ago. as long as this man's beneath him and half-pinned by one strong hand to his shoulder, bakugo's growling in pride and pleasure while wrangling on the couch. he has every intention of driving this lazy dick into the cushions until their motions threaten the fucking furniture stability. just because he wants to see leona take the initiative doesn't mean he's gonna roll over and show his belly immediately.
a grunt puffs between their lips, cheeks ballooning for a second before deflating with a wet leak. palm to his abs and his stomach wall hardens up in bricks instantly thanks to those damn claws deliberately rrrrrrrrip down the front of his shirt and into his pants.] Oy! You're gonna pay for those, asshole.
[snarling into leona's mouth because he's too damn greedy to break the kiss and really yell. boxer briefs snap open as elastic shreds under the man's claws, fly falling apart in annoyingly-efficient shreds around his throbbing arousal. how many times has leona carved someone out of their damn clothes before? bakugo drops his forehead onto the beastman's, spiky bangs puncturing into brown strands as easily as that warm brown hand's stroking his dick.] F- fuck-!
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Date: 12/7/25 04:05 (UTC)wrong. absolutely wrong. but it'd be cute if bakugo showed him a little belly... ]
Nothin' I can't afford. [ he snorts, grinning. he's got his mouth back for a moment or two. ] And if that's somethin' ya want, I'm more than happy to give it to ya.
[ as long as he's got the other guy by the dick, right? his forehead bumps into bakugo's as he strokes him, slow and long ones that allow him to squeeze as he gets to the head and even firmer when goes down to the base. ]
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Date: 12/8/25 03:44 (UTC)Bastard. [sparks pop and snap around one hand like an angry sparkler ready to combust. so tempted to blast leona's clothes clean off his body! let him buy in bulk! but when offered a personal request? bakugou's lips quirk at the corner in a smug grin.] I'll hold you to that.
[straight from the prince's pocket. he drops his head against leona's, a low breath rushing out as fingers wander over his member. precum seeps already, slicking the lion's fingers and turning his palm a syrupy mess as he works his proverbial pump. bakugou presses another kiss firmly to his mouth, tongues twisting as he shoves one hand into leona's pants, working on his own clothes.]
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Date: 12/15/25 15:05 (UTC)if bakugo is able to cleanly explode his clothes off and not blemish his skin, he'd be pretty impressed, but if he can even focus that hard and long on something that isn't whatever is long and hard between them... in each other's hands, even? now that's showing off a solid mettle.
but can he withstand leona giving him a different kind of attention? one they haven't shared yet? it wouldn't be very princely of leona to never change things up. bakugo should be prepared for anything. the beastman has been taking advantage of that familiar coating to get those digits of his nice and prepped, because he's not going to act slowly. he's not going to let bakugo have a clue. after enough pumps, he slips that hand further and in between those firm cheeks so he can press fingers right into his hole. ]
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Date: 12/15/25 22:01 (UTC)aa, it's not the skill he lacks, but focus. doesn't wanna bother lifting his own chest up, to say nothing of his hips, long enough to blast leona's shirt free. too busy being distracted with a rasping tongue twisting around his own and the beastman's weighted body heat pressing into his own. a hand wrapped around his member, his own fingers gripping leona's throbbing mast. ask him again in a few more minutes... when impatience is risin-
oy. red eyes widen as fingers suddenly abandon his dick and swing around, leaving a wet trail across his pelvis, smears over his ass cheeks, and plunges-] Fuck! Dammit, say something next time! [shouts the guy trying to tongue leona's fucking tonsils. heat seizes up around the lion's fingers, ribbon smooth abruptly seizing into hilly flexes as his dick jumps against his own hand.]
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Date: 12/18/25 18:51 (UTC)Tch. Why would I wanna do that.
[ he's got a strong, muscled hole to work with. that's something leona wants to take advantage of. did he really catch bakugo off-guard that much? does he really think the beastman was going to continue to just let things go the way they usually did? at least he didn't shove them up rudely, he's giving the other guy some time to get used to those thick digits of his. ]
You've been wantin' something like this, right? Com'mon.
[ he goes up to one knuckle before crossing his fingers, spreading bakugo with that slight motion alone. ]
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